Round the Bean Stalk
A man may wake
to watch his garden grow a bean stalk,
up and up, through clouds,
and think, such a giant plant
will make the neighbours talk,
better chop it down at the root
with an axe from the shed,
looks too big to eat with knife and fork,
and less dangerous dead.
Another man might admire it from his deck chair,
and water it in a drought.
and invite experts round to tell him
what it was about.
Yet another man might be like Jack
met in a fairy tale,
and climb up it through the clouds,
until his skin grew pale,
and may return with reports
of what he had seen,
or keep on climbing,
beyond the blue and green,
become the cause of wandering talk,
winding round the bean stalk